Tuesday, May 09, 2006

I. encountering/ King Lear & Artemiza

Now from bird’s eyeConflict provides the winged words of virtue:That forlorn plot exiledAnd growing without time chatterUntil the island acquires sailsThe poison of the spotlight strikes our noble savageWith rumors of Aphrodite, frightening the very subjectWho merely conceives herself:An apron woman intact with vegetable gardenAnd nature-made meansFeeling hostile to a gaze asks: ‘who is it that can tell me who I am?’In like time or taste so returns that artistic patriarch willing his escapeSoiling the steadinessBut in complimenting our heroine’s simplicityActually, first storms the affinity, late arrives the elective signs to perchAccurately now: drawn to a radiance while forgetting to blinkHer naked bathing equips him—‘free from the gnawing cares of seeking and getting’But in his pupil she spots her reflectionAnd crumbles with stolen spirit, suffering the death of his salvationThe chorus beseeches:He is blind to the larger eyeless rageWhile she tears at his white hairsHe calls her the wind, so proving the heavens justBut such an angled man, deformed in self-denial, we cannot trustFor without Necessity he lacks a guideAnd plays with shapes: casting off Leviathan for alchemyBut such a move, alas, his power gives distrustThrust from her peace to stale airShe suffocates, at his whim, that arbitrary boxHer only friends, those dark shadows, Dionysian clocksShe makes them into daughters and begins her miserable reignThe phoenix again ascends to morning’s warning: the ego topplesBut falling now in dream she hits the seaHer island lost in proclivityFright murmurs: refuge in throneAgain, the throws of superflux are staged